Game Of Thrones Wine Goblet Novels & Stories

“Cleary, I need more wine.” “Yes, ma’am,” I said with a start, trying to rub my throbbing temple and clean the stinging liquid out of my eyes at the same time as I knelt down to collect Misty’s wine goblet. Chris was chuckling, but both Luna Lannie and Lord Grizzle were deep in a mental conversation. Apparently, they received a letter from the Night King.

He nodded his head. "It tastes like our wine" he commented. "Damn, have you looked at the dancers? They are hot" Mason chimed in, with a goblet of Sira in his hands. Dale raced behind him in a hurry. "You stop right there, give that goblet back to me. You already had 3 goblets. It's not good to drink so much" Dale said trying to snatch the goblet away from Mason. But Mason laughed and raised the goblet higer over his head, away from the reach of Dale.

She tiptoed towards him, leaned forward and looked over his shoulder and gasped in fright, breaking his concentration. He quickly spun round and hugged her face to his chest to stop her from seeing the ghastly sight before them but it was too late. She had already seen it. A skeleton with bits of clothing on it in tatters and a huge part of it's skull missing. On it ring finger, it wore a gold ring with De Luca written on it.

pressed light between the branches overhead, casting red across his bare chest. He was naked from the waist up, skin pale and gleaming with sweat, muscles corded like ropes strung too tight. Black ink covered his arms, ancient runes twisting down from shoulder to wrist like ivy born from darkness. He held something in his hands. A silver goblet... tarnished and dented... filled to the brim with blood. Not just anyone’s blood. Hers. Collected from the sigil tree. From the altar she had bled on. From the ground she had walked upon. His scouts had stolen it, drop by drop, feeding it to the chalice like an offering.

And in her hands, she held a silver goblet, twirling it between her fingers as though it was a trophy. “Fiery little bitch, good morning” she sneered, grinning as her fangs came into view. She slowly circled me, making my skin crawl in disgust. “A little birdy told me you've been such a good pet to your master” she purred. The silver goblet in her hand slightly slipped, the thick red liquid inside almost spilling. I frowned, the scent of the liquid filling the air. It was wine, but laced with something else…..poison, maybe wormroot and maybe ashroot too.

90" *WHIP* *WHIP* *WHIP* *WHIP* "95" *WHIP* *WHIP* *WHIP* *WHIP* "100" *WHIP* I am starting to get weaker and weaker as the wolfsbane and nightshade work it's way into my body. I'm starting to hallucinate and see some pretty messed up shit thanks to the nightshade. I am dizzy, I have thrown up everything I can now I'm just dry retching now. I don't know at this point how I haven't bled out. I'm just wishing this would end.

Jhogo shouted at the crowd from horseback, snapping his whip, "make way, make way for the Mother of Dragons. Reclining on cool satin cushions, Xaro Xhoan Daxos poured ruby-red wine into matched goblets of jade and gold, his hands sure and steady despite the sway of the palanquin. "I see a deep sadness written upon your face, my light of love." He offered her a goblet. "Could it be the sadness of a lost dream

The fallen goblet was examined immediately. The wine. Poisoned. My stomach dropped. The healer pointed toward the tray. "Where did this come from?" A frightened servant answered. "T-the royal table." Silence. Cold. Instant. The healer lifted the goblet. Examined the crest engraved into the silver. Then his expression changed. My pulse stopped. Because I recognized that crest. It belonged to my assigned place. My table. My wine. The hall slowly turned toward me. Hundreds of eyes. Suspicion spreads faster than fear.

The question came out crooked. “Not at all, love.” Lord Avantus shifted, smile widening, and drew me down beside him. His arm slid around my waist possessively, pulling me flush against his side. “There you go.” My skin crawled. Bile rose in my throat. I should never have come. “Here.” Avantus pressed a goblet into my hand. “White Vale. Rich and sweet, just for you.” “Thank you.” I set it untouched on the table and glanced again toward the door. “When will Lord Cel’theren return?”

Then when he throws it to the ground a few feet away from him, the blood-like substance left his body and flows straight to the direction where the storage ring was thrown Seeing as how the blood-like substance left his body as quick as that, Jace and the rest of his friends heaved a sigh of relief all at the same time. But they soon realized what was wrong. Their eyes all went on big circles and their jaw almost dropped on the ground when they finally recall what was on Jace's storage ring. It is the ancient Goblet!!!!! The Goblet that they should not allow to be opened by any means! But before they could even do something about it, Jace's storage exploded and all its contents shoot out fro